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Kitty guarding my mother-in-law’s yard and pool.  The owl isn’t real, but its head moved. Spooky.

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Monster cake and cupcakes at my nephew’s birthday Monster Mash.

 

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Tractor Sam and more…

 

Tractor Sam

Tractor Sam (November 2012)

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First Day of School (30 July 2012)

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My Road Has Heart.

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SAMUEL. I LOVE YOU!

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Happy Mother’s Day

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As I headed home from my grandmother’s house on Thanksgiving, I noticed I had a rather large stick in my back windshield. So I asked, “Why is there a stick in my back windshield?”  My dear sweet child, Sebastian, said that he liked the stick and he was taking it home.

Yes, my child found a stick that he liked and decided to take it home. 

This short conversation has stayed on my mind ever since.  Why in the world would he need to bring a stick home? He never plays outside. 

Our yard is a barren wasteland of just plain old boring grass.  Perfect for smooth mowing, which is exactly what Josh is trying to accomplish, but it isn’t the best yard for the childhood imagination.

We don’t have rocks in our yard.  Josh gets rid of those.  He doesn’t want to run over it with the lawn mower.

We don’t have sticks in our yard.  Josh gets rid of those, too.  He doesn’t want to run over these with the lawn mower, either.

We don’t have leaves because Josh chops leaves up with the lawnmower.  Not sure why he does this.  Don’t they just disintegrate?

We don’t have old tires, overgrown flowerbeds, swings, picnic tables, overgrown roots, or rusted old stuff left over from 30 years ago.

I told Josh about the conversation with Sebastian and how there aren’t any sticks in the yard.  Of course Josh implied that he did wish the kids would play in the yard more.  Knowing better, I said, “Now just what would you say if you walked outside and seen the kids digging a hole in the yard with a stick?”  He chuckled and said, “I would tell them to stop.”

I am not sure where Sebastian put his stick, but hopefully he hid it well.  There is no rock, stick, or leaf in our yard that is safe from Josh, and I don’t see that changing anytime soon.

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When we moved into our house almost a year and a half ago, I began having what I call Birthday Dinners. It has worked out very well.

We celebrated Sebastian’s 7th birthday Saturday evening.

We spent most of Saturday morning cleaning. I went to the grocery store when I decided that my house could not be any cleaner. I had asked Sebastian over a week ago what he wanted to have for his Birthday Dinner and he said that he wanted chili and hot dogs. I baked cupcakes, too.

Everyone started arriving around 3:30 pm. We ate, sang Happy Birthday, and then Sebastian opened presents. It really was a great time. I am thankful for everyone coming and sharing the afternoon with Sebastian.

After everyone had left, Sebastian said, “That was the best birthday party ever!”

That was the best “Thank You, Mom” that a mom could ever get.

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Jacob bought a Michael Jackson CD over the weekend. We listened to it all weekend. He played it in his room. He played it in the car.

Sebastian really likes Beat it and Billie Jean.

We were going to a friends house Sunday and we were listening to the CD. Sebastian and Jacob were bickering a bit over which songs they wanted to hear. They wouldn’t say the title, just the track number because they both have their favorites memorized.

Josh and I were riding in the front and this was the convo from the back.

Jacob: Turn it to number 7.

Sebastian: No, I want to hear number 2.

Jacob: Well, it is my CD. I want to hear number 7. Mom, turn it to number 7 please.

Sebastian: Nooo! I want to hear number 2. Mom, turn it to number two.

Me: Let’s just let the CD play.

Sebastian: I am thirsty.

Jacob: But, I want to hear number 7.

Me: (Josh is pretending to be asleep, I think.) We will get something to drink soon.

Sebastian: I want to hear Dirty Dan.

Jacob: Dirty Dan?

Sebastian: Mom, can you turn it to Dirty Dan?

Me: (trying to suppress laughter) What number is Dirty Dan?

Sebastian: I don’t know.

Jacob: It is Dirty Diana, not Dirty Dan. (Nothing gets by that kid.)

Sebastian: Well, I call it Dirty Dan.

Jacob: Well, don’t call it Dirty Dan. Call it Dirty Diana.

Sebastian: I don’t want to. I say Dirty Dan.

Jacob: Dirty Dan doesn’t sound right, Sebastian.

Sebastian: Mom, I want to hear Dirty Dan.

Jacob: Sebastian, it is not Dirty Dan. Mom, tell him that it is not Dirty Dan.

Me: Sebastian, it is not Dirty Dan. It is Dirty Diana.

Sebastian: (As Dirty Diana begins to play…) Well, I say Dirty Dan. Mom, I am thirsty.

So, we basically go from arguing over which song to play, to discussing thirst issues, and then back around to playing a song that neither one of them were fighting to hear in the first place. Don’t you just love arguing riding in the car with kids?

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The family is about to go to Florida for a week. We are going to visit family and probably visit the beach a few times, too.

I have been wanting to pack, but I know that it will not do any good to pack way ahead of time. I think that I am going to save most of it for Thursday night and Friday morning. We will be leaving Friday afternoon. Hopefully, the kids will sleep most of the trip down there.

Jacob made the JV baseball team. He is going to be a Freshman. He is excited about it.

Emily made the school soccer team and her practices will begin on July 27th.

Sebastian is playing fall ball (baseball) this year. I wanted him to play soccer, but he can’t do both. He chose fall ball.

Samuel is growing. He finally figured out that he does have a voice and that he can use it. He is the quietest baby I believe I have ever been around. He is too busy looking around at everything.

Josh is working hard in our garden.  We have told a couple of people to visit our garden and pick whatever is ready and they can have whatever they get. He planted some corn this year. He just knows that it will be ready while we are on our trip and he will not get to eat any of it.

I went on a youth trip last weekend. I still haven’t recovered from it. However, I am so glad that I went and we had an awesome time. Jacob and Emily went, too. They had an awesome time, also. We went to the Ramp.

Lucy is doing great after her little procedure that ensures that she will not be having any puppies ever. She is frisky like she hasn’t even had anything done to her, but she has the scar to prove that it was done.

A few little funny tidbits:

Apparently, Sebastian thinks that summertime is the time to take breaks from taking a bath everyday. I came home the other day and told him that it was ridiculous that he still had on the shirt that he wore the previous day.

Me: Sebastian, you need to take a bath. It is ridiculous that you have the same shirt on that you wore yesterday. Why can’t you take a bath during the day sometime? (This was somewhat of a rhetorical question.)

Sebastian: I like being dirty. (I could not keep a straight face after that one.)

Then, there is the dog kennel incident.

My cell phone is ringing…it is Jacob.

Jacob: So, I am sitting at the computer listening to music when I started hearing Sebastian crying. I got up and looked around for him. He was in the dog kennel. Emily locked him in the dog kennel because he called her crazy.

Me: (chuckling a bit) Well, she kind of proved his point, didn’t she?

Then, after Wednesday night’s church service:

Emily: I can’t believe that we left Lucy locked in that kennel the entire time we were at church. That is just so disgraceful.

Me: Locking Lucy, our dog, in a dog kennel is disgraceful, but locking your little brother in it is not?

Emily sort of huffed and puffed and rolled her eyes a little bit about that one.

Oh, the fun and crazy times in my house. Never a dull moment.

Somehow, I think the 11 hour car ride to Florida will not be dull either.

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Lucy ate my couch.

I have been telling Josh that we needed to get a kennel for her at home for when we are not at home. Unfortunately for my couch, we did not get a kennel soon enough.

It was the longest we had left her alone. We take her with us when we are able. We have left her alone long enough to go to church and an occasional ball game. Average Lucy time alone: 2 1/2 to 3 hours.

She was alone for about 5 to 6 hours on Saturday.

I would show you all a picture, but my cell phone is not cooperating with me right now. That is electronics for you.

Yesterday, we bought Lucy her very own kennel. Josh lovingly put it together. We successfully gave her a bath (that was an experience that I am glad we do not have to repeat every single day). We placed the kennel in our room so that she will still be in the room with us during the night.

She would not go in the kennel to save her life. We just left it open with her little blankie, rawhide bone, and a little surprise treat all placed inside to entice her to investigate her own little special room.

Fast forward to 3:45 am, after some major snoozing, I wake up to Josh telling Lucy “No, No, No.” I swear the man talks harsher to the kids. I rolled over, realized that Lucy went into her kennel, thought how nice it was that she was finally going into the kennel, then went back to sleep.

I talked with Josh earlier. I asked him why he was getting onto Lucy during the night.

She was sleeping on the leather recliner in our room.

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